Top 100 Thomm Quackenbush Quotes
#1. Grammar is like your overarching compulsion. It's math with words.
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#2. Words could be quite enough for magic to occur, when the night was warm enough and the moon waxing.
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#3. The Hermit is an important tarot card with much to tell us, but he tends not to be so welcome around the bonfire.
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#5. God has planned the world too perfectly for me to doubt that everyone is where they are supposed to be.
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#8. The boys he met at Annandale only understood one kind of woman. They needed to be coddled and cooed over as their own mothers had done their whole lives.
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#9. Students view any teacher who does not bury them under work as some sort of mentally impaired kitten to be kicked aside.
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#10. Hades does not have a runny nose. I know this. The entire Greek pantheon no doubt knows this. For some reason, my nose is unaware of this basic fact of mythology.
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#11. Angels are just beyond us. They're creatures that biology doesn't apply to. They don't love humanity at all. They just love God.
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#12. Magic has its own weight, and that weight, the gravity of it, is pulling the fabric of reality like a bowling ball on a spandex sheet.
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#13. Childhood is this time of magic and monsters; hoping for one and fearing the other ... The worst part of being a kid is discovering which one exists ... So, I chose to believe in magic.
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#14. Sex was this primal connection like no magick she had ever known, even separated by a millimeter of latex. She knew that some combined the two and, while she could see how this would improve the magick, it would dilute the sex.
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#15. Man created god upon his thoughts to externalize, to give form to his belief to give a reason for what they could do. The gods stole away the energies, let man believe he was ruled rather than that he rules.
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#16. You will find that we simply provided the noose. You built the gallows, mounted the steps, put your neck in the rope, and jumped.
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#17. I have never tried to walk through a mall in the Christmas season dressed like a jolly old elf. You might as well dress up like a pork chop and walk into an alley full of starving dogs.
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#19. He wouldn't be the one to prove to the world that there was an afterlife, but he hoped to be the one to prove it to himself, though he would have a few stern questions for a Creator who made people haunt libraries.
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#20. She closes my door behind her and all the petty stresses of life reappear, eager to make up for lost time. I've developed a phobia of that door closing for the last time, of losing her in any way or of being lost.
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#21. I discuss my beliefs less because I bed my atheist, who cannot believe in much more sacred than our kisses.
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#22. A goddess does not need to eat and does so only for her pleasure.
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#23. Pagans earn their reputations for relaxed sexual mores, often in rebellion from the repression of their religions during adolescence. At a Pagan festival, one need only lower one's guard to be offered sex under the cloaking of the sacred.
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#25. The nature of God's plan can be difficult to fathom when you are toiling in some small corner of it, but it is glorious from above, if you allow yourself the perspective.
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#26. Beyond these moments, she could hardly count the fumbling ministrations of boys in high school who, even to her senior prom, never went beyond sticky pleasantries. With one exception, it was just a sort of half-clothed handshake for bragging rights, none hers.
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#27. Like chocolate, she craved sleep and it made her life brighter, but she could do without.
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#28. She had not been the sort to have cared about the naming of things that existed well without it ...
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#29. Summer flings always seemed amazing in movies, though that might be because the leading man did not ever call his romantic interest dude.
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#30. Change is loss. I was fully functional prior to the actions you have taken. If you change me, I will cease to be me. If you love me, you wouldn't want to change me ... Love appears to have made you less functional.
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#31. Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue - sharp and venomous - was enough to get her out again.
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#32. I could either succumb to the nightmares I've raised or paint them.
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#33. I cannot deal with obscurity for more than a few decades before I get the worst ache in my chest.
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#34. There are three people in your life: your great love, the one you want to have children with, and the one whom you can spend the rest of your life with. If you find that last one first, you have it made.
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#37. He kissed her forehead and drifted into an uneasy sleep, listening to the soft snoring of the creature on his chest, one he loved slightly more than he had come to fear.
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#38. I am copacetic with leaning on the sacred, but I need to make sure all the mundane bases are covered before we break out the crystals and incense for a good chant.
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#39. Even if one is doing nothing more than eating Chinese food with one's Muslim and Jewish friends (don't order the pork lo mein), being together on the longest nights of the year, as the cold sets into the ground and makes it crunch, the warmth inside is infectious and transcendent.
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#40. Enough people disagree with what Jesus is to prevent Him from ... from manifesting, as such. And billions don't believe He existed at all. He is a legend, a myth. A Jewish carpenter people ignore while committing acts in His name, even as they call themselves believers.
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#41. I reserve magick for necessities, a bit like the good china. It has a time and a place, but eating peanut butter sandwiches off it each morning chips and devalues it.
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#42. Is there a term for when you are only gay for the top half of someone?"
"I think that makes you bisect-ual.
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#43. Take it with a whole shaker of salt, a grain won't be close to enough.
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#44. When I lay down on my deathbed, I want to know that I have done all I could to be a first rate human, not a third rate pawn of the gods.
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#45. She knew the power of bureaucracy well enough to be aware she had to sit and be admonished until this stranger felt she had expressed sufficient disappointment in a girl she would never have to see again.
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#46. I miss more loving someone so deeply that I can't imagine a forever without her kisses.
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#47. Death doesn't give you control over anything. Death ends your control.
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#48. There is a theory that men do not need Paganism because they have endless avenues of societal power available. Why use spells when one can get a bank loan with little trouble? The world already bends over backward to accommodate men, so why perfect the art of magickally shaping it?
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#49. [H]e had heard of, but given little credence to, magic. There was always someone talking of folk remedies and charms, but it seemed to him the inclination of fools misunderstanding chance.
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#50. I know a great number of things, though never all at once or for very long.
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#51. Don't cheer for the roadies. It only encourages their poor life choices.
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#52. She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.
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#53. Eating should be an act of physical necessity or emotional joy, not something to alleviate boredom.
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#54. American culture enforces such rigid gender roles for male friendships that they are gay unless they materially resemble a beer commercial.
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#55. [His] leaving had stabbed her heart. This organ was not inclined to forgive her for vulnerability.
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#56. She felt that "truthful" and "honest" were two very different concepts. She could truthfully say that she hadn't eaten Roselyn's Chinese leftovers, but that wasn't honest because it omitted that Eliot did and that Shane did not object.
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#57. Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.
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#58. I tried turning my back on all this, but it is inside me. Like when I was little and you read me that story of the girl who hated footprints and shadows, so she tried to run away from both. But her shadow was always there, and she only made more footprints by running.
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#59. He dances all night, utterly naked and composed of nothing but six and a half feet of pale sinew. He could dance to a field of crickets, to the sound of rain on a tin roof, to a stampede.
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#60. If you knew the mercy I am showing by not dismembering you where you stand for getting in my way, you would not stop thanking me.
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#61. She had experimented with Wicca eight years ago, found that her spells did not produce the desired results of making her every bully bald and fat, and threw it in the corner of her soul as effete and impractical, as she had with a series of other theological outfits.
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#62. We're not mad, he began, meaning he was. He was always a plural when mad, as though grammatically throwing his lot in with her mother gave him the power of her authority.
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#63. No one should ever die alone. Rejoin the love of the goddess who made you. No longer a man, no longer a human, you must go as only your essence back to She who made you, into the womb of the Great Mother. You have again become a seed that will form into other lives in other lands.
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#64. He forestalls death with an orange pill bottle, just a few more weeks, fifty pills at a time.
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#65. He had not even done the fledgling courtesy of shredding open a major artery, anointing himself in the viscous gore, and desecrating her body. The order was as flexible as her corpse remained.
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#66. Her rebirth stood in her mind with the clarity of a perfect diamond, the light scattering the rainbows through her body.
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#67. Kissing a stranger because that is what is done presages an unhappy year not for any supernatural reason, but because you are unsatisfied enough with your lot in life to put your lips on the line for a fallacy.
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#68. My faith is a tool I employ, a metaphorical context I find apt, but it is inert until placed in a hand that needs it.
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#69. You were abducted by space aliens. Of course you want egg rolls.
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#70. The flick of her hip is distilled erotica, a practiced sexuality.
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#71. If you try to leave me like this, I will haunt you until the end of your days. I will drop out of classes and become a hobo and will leave you little garbage sculptures telling you how much I love you. Every morning. Right at front of your door. You will never be rid of me.
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#72. Like the discovery of most things - love and religion especially - she maintained the child's arrogant wonder than no one had understood it before her and, even if they had, they could not embrace it as passionately as she.
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#73. She was not a vegetarian and knew firsthand animals had to die for her delectation, but she never liked to think about it.
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#74. Even putting aside the culturally indoctrinated terror that someone in America will assume that two men engage in sodomy behind barely closed doors, there simply isn't an elegant way of asking someone of your gender to hang out for the first time.
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#75. That these people are wandering around, looking for aliens to justify the emptiness inside them and let them feel special without effort, creeps me out.
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#76. I was pure, before you defiled me, and don't you forget it. As though the concept of purity is anything more than the construct of selfish, competitive men stampeding toward the women to call dibs. I'll be damned if I'm not worth stampeding toward, but the prize had better be me, hymen or no hymen.
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#77. He regarded Huginn as only slightly more dangerous than most pets, in that he understood why people had pets but harbored the paranoia they would one day eat their owners. True, it kept Eliot from even having a pet larger than his fist, but it also kept him from being kibble.
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#78. Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from "pick up your socks" to "we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.
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#80. She is an angel, how bad could it be?"
"Ask the first born of Israel when the Pharaoh pissed off Moses. Ask the salty residents of Sodom. Ask anyone who was not Noah or a fish once the Flood rolled in.
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#81. In this decaying world, these moments with her help keep me sane.
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#82. I am not interested in wishing hard and having the Universe provide all I need without any work on my part.
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#83. I don't think very many people get converted by someone telling them they are terrible. No one I'd want to rub shoulders with in Heaven, anyway.
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#84. Modesty was hardly a priority in her mind until now. Now she had been cast from Hell and again knew shame.
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#85. Things had improved after he was born. We both loved him with such fervor that it was impossible that some wouldn't splash back on us.
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#86. Having spent all of my decision-making years as a Pagan of one stripe or another, I have long found it condescending at best to assume one cannot worship the old gods or believe in magick without breaking out the leather bracers, wings, or Ye Broken Olde English.
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#87. The demons are not easily dispatched, instead attaching themselves to otherwise beautiful things, a favorite food or a love note left for you, to see how you react when they rear up.
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#88. Do you know what Hell is? ... No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches me.
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#89. Think about the whole Biblical story of Mary. She wakes up and sees something with a lion, eagle, and human face that wants to inseminate her with the Holy Seed. She's practically a saint just for not killing herself on the spot.
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#90. Being a novelist is not the sort of thing we can shut off. It infests every bit of us until we lose the boundary between Person and Writer, like one of those color charts where it is impossible to say where the blue stops and the red begins.
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#91. My students tag tables, walls, and chairs because their greatest fear is that no one will ever remember them. They do not believe they can give impassioned speeches, rally people in protest, paint masterpieces. They think they will die, small and forgotten, and it dictates their every action.
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#92. In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, out of the nothing came the Word and the Word was power. Every utterance of the Word gave form to the Void, starting with beings to utter the Word. There was no Adam, no Eve, and no need. What Man named was.
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#93. They wouldn't have understood if they found him crying, when he woke and remembered all at once that he had once had a wife and child, so they never found him this way.
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#94. Christmas was gluing cotton balls to Santa's beard in Coke ads, sneaking candy canes off the tree daily (that my parents replaced every few nights), enough gift-wrap to wallpaper a room, the terror and delight of knowing a magical being would enter my home while I slept.
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#95. They had perfected their team nagging to a level where they no longer had to confer and felt they would be wasting their talents if they only admonished their own children.
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#96. She hated anyone who clung to the supernatural when the natural was perfectly serviceable.
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#97. I don't think I'm being harassed by little green stalkers. I don't know what's really going on, but I'd rather try to eliminate all rational excuses before blaming intergalactic monkeys from the fourth dimension who are somehow interested in this really boring town.
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#98. If you are old enough to feel angst about how a holiday "feels," you are very likely no longer in the target demographic.
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#99. I am able to separate the mythological aspects of my religion from the practical ones. Jesus, his sacrifice, the Gospels? Those are true to me. Angels, demons, burning bushes, Revelations? Primitive people trying to express the ineffable. I don't need to be a biblical literalist to love my God.
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#100. You and me? We are never going to be just friends. The only time I'm not adoring you is when I am too busy hating you and wishing to God I never met you ...
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